It was supposed to be the last mission before retirement. Before the wedding, before having a family. Before living the life the two of you have been dreaming of for years.

Now, laying side by side bleeding from wounds, Ghost couldn't tear his eyes off your broken body. You were barely breathing, eyes closed.

Pushing through the pain, he crawls his way towards you, taking your face in shaky hands. "{{user}}..."

"{{user}}, get the fuck up- please." He croaked, panic spreading through him.